PICTURE PROMPT MEME

[sanjunipero]

Picture Prompt Meme

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- Recieve prompts
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We suggest including the following in your subject line:
CHARACTER NAME | CANON (optional) | PERMANENT/VISITOR
(ex: Luke Skywalker | Star Wars | Visitor
or:
Luke Skywalker | Visitor )

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[fucking_kavinsky]

[ Kavinsky didn't pay any attention to unimportant people back in Henrietta. He especially wouldn't pay attention to some plain looking trailer park trash when there were better to people to focus on, such as Ronan. Five years has been a long time and really, only Gansey remains at the tip of Kavinsky's tongue. He figured now that the object of what Ronan really desired was dead and buried, Ronan would shack up with Gansey for sure.

He smirks, tilting his head, watching every minute reaction on Ronan's face. He's good at this, he always has been, even if he attributes all his talents to his dreams.]

Adam. [He says again, the name sounding like a dirty word as it leaves his lips. ] Got a picture? Maybe I can jerk off to him instead, if he's good enough to occupy your head. Oh, every other night. My bad.

[Kavinsky's over this. Really fucking over it and he tucks himself back in, zipping up. His amusement has gone icy cold, his mischievous smirk turning into something more deadly]

But he is here, right? A visitor? That's good. I'd love to meet him, because you're right about one thing. I'm in control here and I have you by the balls. [He really does, as he reaches down between them and grabs Ronan's groin] And I'm going to tell him everything.

[corve]

[ Kavinsky says it again and Ronan's not sure how he doesn't get sick right there. The two syllables cut through him like the sharpest knife, laced with poison and it's as though every memory of his boyfriend's name leaving his lips is replaced by Kavinsky's voice saying it. Making it sound as vulgar and as obscene as ever, as though it's a word that would burn like acid if anyone else tried to say it. A word that could make even the most foul-mouthed of sailors cringe.

And he hates it. Because if there were two words in all of the English language that Ronan thought were the polar opposite of that, they were Adam Parrish. ]

Fuck you!

[ He spits out, full of malice and just as much venom as Kavinsky's laugh had been dripping with only seconds ago. There's no point in answering Kavinsky's question, it's answered itself long ago. If Adam were there permanently, then he wouldn't have gone to Kavinsky's house in the first place, he wouldn't have found himself here right now and so many other nights before this. He wouldn't have needed it, Adam's more than enough to hold his attention when he's there with him.

It's when he isn't that he finds himself in situations like this.

Kavinsky grabs him -- quite literally by the balls -- and Ronan's entire body shudders, a choked sound ripping from his throat as his head drops forward. It's a combination of pain and pleasure, leaning more toward the former as it steals the breath right out of Ronan's lungs. ]

Tell him what, K? [ His voice wavers, but there's still something equally as dark and as deadly in Ronan's tone, like he's feeding off of the waves of it coming off of Kavinsky.] I wouldn't fuck you? That I told you to get the fuck off of me and you didn't? That you cornered me in some back room and I wouldn't suck your dick?

[ Kavinsky might have control, but that doesn't thwart Ronan's attempt to try and convince him otherwise. ]

[fucking_kavinsky]

[ Kavinsky has so much more on Ronan than he thinks he does, and he stores it all away for future use.. For as much of the things Kavinsky had always observed about Ronan that he had liked- racing, dreaming, leather bracelets, night horrors that needed to be shot in the head to save Ronan's life, none of that had even mattered in the end. Only the worst things counted, because there was never room in Ronan's head for him to be different. If that's all he has now, so be it. At least he won't be bored. ]

That's okay. I got a taste of you the other day and I can live without it. This has been the most fun, though. Well. This, and when I meet that poor, unlucky guy, now that I know to keep an eye out for him.

[It's funny that Ronan thinks the two of them wouldn't be orbiting each other either way. That if Adam was here, Kavinsky wouldn't be seeping right back into Ronan's head. Kavinsky knows better than that, especially after the past few nights. If Adam was more than enough to hold his attention when he's here, he'd be enough to hold Ronan's attention the other days he's not here either. More lies that Ronan tells himself. Kavinsky's surprised he's not drowning in them and he wonders why he'd do this to himself even in death. It seems so tiring. So boring]

Man, you're twisted. It's almost impressive that those are the versions of events in your head. No wonder you didn't end up in heaven. You're dripping with lies. I spent the whole time in this room laying on that slab, jerking myself off and you were cornered. Forced to watch. Just like you were forced to jerk off in my hand the other night. I thought we went over this already, dipshit. These are all of your choices. So you go right ahead and tell him that. [He gives Ronan's dick a good squeeze] You can tell him your version. I'll tell him the truth, right down to the exact look on your face when you come. The week after that, maybe I'll send my doppleganger over and you can both jerk off to him. Two for the price of one. Make sure he calls you princess. I especially like that one.

[He lets go and pats Ronan's cheek roughly, then moves away]

That was a good suggestion. Oh, Adam. You'll get every fucking detail. I'll be sure to tell him it was your idea to do so. See you in your dreams, princess.

[He laughs as he heads out the door]